(Verse
1)
I
write these following lines to boost myself
Cuz
no one can do push ups for me
That
the confidence should be raised from within
No
one can instill
Did
you find anything poetic so far?
For
a psalm of life, I think rhythmlessness could not be a bar.
You
will be dumped, also you will be bumped
You
be bossed then you will be tossed
And
beaten up for a home run.
You
will be the subject matter of everyone’s fun.
But
the thing confidence, if raised by own
The
power of it no one can have it known.
Gone
will be those times that you sat and cried alone
When
the laughers see you subtle and grown,
Realized
will be things, that you’ve got a heart as hard as stone.
And
you cannot be anymore the dog bitten bone.
(Hook)
Cold
mountains are firm, so should be your faith.
Hold
your neck high and walk straight
Bold
should be your heart to face every plight, cuz
The
World is waiting to throw on you its spotlight.
(Verse
2)
Well!
It’s sort of easy to tell things than to do.
Mere
reading of lines won’t take you anywhere
You
gotta get into the field, explore the things unrevealed
The
travel is not gonna be a cakewalk
Slog
throughout and just never let go down the spark.
Don’t
bother when your words are called as a geek-talk.
Pulled
till the peak and you’ll be rolled down the mountain.
Doesn’t
matter! You gotta overcome and climb back again
Need
of the hour is the thing Persistence.
Miles
should be travelled, many niles should be crossed
Don’t
give up just by looking at the distance
On
your efforts you just stay focused
As
linear as light’s ray
You
should just keep going in your way.
(Hook)
Cold
mountains are firm, so should be your faith.
Hold
your neck high and walk straight
Bold
should be your heart to face every plight, cuz
The
World is waiting to throw on you its spotlight.
(Verse
3)
Many
things are left that you need to learn.
Life
teaches things in every twists and turn.
For
known is a drop and unknown is ocean,
You
have things to be learnt till the last breath
Broaden
your mind and drag it to new lengths and breadth
Learning
doesn’t mean mere stuffing of things inside the mind
Build
firewalls strongly and don’t let the unwanted get in.
Good
things go to the mind protected by good fence.
I
arrive at the thing diligence.
Yeah!
You gotta be alert and sincere to your conscience
Cuz,
perfection is the permanent tenant stays in the mind
Which
is awaken and diligent, it needs no invitation.
And
I don’t think you need even more attributes for flying high than these.
Yeah!
Confidence! Persistence!! Diligence!!!
The
3’Ences for Life!!!
(Hook)
Cold
mountains are firm, so should be your faith.
Hold
your neck high and walk straight
Bold
should be your heart to face every plight, cuz
The
World is waiting to throw on you its spotlight.
(Verse 1)
One of the fine mornings when I woke
screamin, “Its 10.00! Oh No!!”
I hear my mobile beep for the text from
her
‘and there is no need of you’ it read so
Only she know the reason why she sent it,
gotta decipher
Millions of guesses flowing in my mind
From this minute to yester evening,
things it started to rewind.
Was I rude? Was I harsh? Was I not kind??
Thoughts flip and flap from front to hind
And when it became so hard to put up with
When it made me feel so perplexed
I got another beep, another text, it’s
again her.
‘and there is no need of you asking
that”, that read so
Confusions remained unresolved,
Conditions remained unabsolved.
I casually saw the clock, “Its 2.30PM! Oh
No!!”
(Hook)
If this still looks like a rap, then
I should say,
Its worth that I spared my Sunday nap
Reviews can be claps or a virtual slap
Or even this may be called as a crap
(Verse 2)
Hydrochloric acid did the job so well.
Made me fall in hunger like hell.
’gotta eat up something to exist”, went
on my lonely yell.
I crammed in three burgers and started to
choke,
Don’t laugh! I din’t joke.
For the memories started me to poke.
I was never in a full flow, neither was
this poem
Feelin so low, it left me in a mayhem,
Catch ‘em,kill ‘em!, Catch ‘em,kill ‘em!
Am not the Amityville horror.
Am not a king of simile, am not a jack of
metaphor.
Read ‘Kidnapped’ when I was 17,
personified myself as David Balfour.
Sitting oblivious to correlate the things
so far I said,
Cuz it made a million of thoughts boggle
inside my head.
(Hook)
If this still looks like a rap, then
I should say,
Its worth that I spared my Sunday nap
Reviews can be claps or a virtual slap
Or even this may be called as a crap
(Verse 3)
You still wonder how the verse 3 gonna
blow
Wella! Am trynna spill something sensible
on the go
No kid is a rapstar when he’s born,
Rapstars are made! U know??
But I don know why the world look ‘em
like a foe
They are at their freedom to their lines.
Rulin’ their kingdom and skatin’ in gold
mines
They smile and laugh seldom for they are
busy with cocaines and morphines
Attaining stardom then boozing,and late
night drivin’, gettin’ caught and payin’ fines
Hittin’ the headlines of the next day New
York Times.
They never knew sentiments and yearn for
hugs
For they are too cool for it, trendy and
hustlin’ thugs
Still celebrated and rejoiced by all.
Good market for their coffee mugs.
24*7 they rap and hip hop, cheatin’ the
cop,
On the charts of Billboard their numbers
always top.
And thus the life of a rapstar never has
a full stop..
Story of a Sunday got over and the clock
ticked 11.00PM sharp.
And now I got it, I asked her, “hey gal!
Can we go out to shop?”
(Hook)
If this still look like a rap, then I
should say,
Its worth that I spared my Sunday nap
Reviews can be claps or a virtual slap
Or even this may be called as a crap
